Cracks

Staring at the ceiling,
At each of it's cracks,
Watching in the darkness,
As my mind slowly tracks,

Memories trapped and broken,
Each a grey rainy day,
Drizzles of a broken heart,
Of which I must pay,

Ludicrous to think of which,
A life I do depend,
Pressures clot and bank,
Still nothing to desend,

Tears fill my eyes,
As the world turns,
No one there to listen,
As my bloody skin shall burn,

Never to be cleansed,
A nobody in the street,
Pushed to the edges,
And one final treat,

I did not jump from heaven,
I didn't leap in haist,
I never thought of leaving,
I was pushed into the waste.